Confucian and Taoist scholar

At this moment, everyone in the audience was staring at the talent on Du Ning's desk, not daring to take a breath.

Many Yun people smile, and half of the poem has the talent to conquer the country. Once Du Ning finishes writing the entire poem, his talent and power will definitely surpass Zhang Shisong's poems that are passed down to the world.

Qin Wenlin widened his eyes and prayed silently: "Never spread it to the world, never surpass Mr. Shi Song's talent and strength, never!"

Many students from the Liao Kingdom also felt extremely anxious and cursed in their hearts, hoping that Du Ning's lyrics would never exceed Zhang Shisong's level.

After all, the literary circles of the Liao Kingdom have been defeated by the literary circles of the Yun Kingdom many times. They lost, and they lost again. They no longer want to lose again, even if they only win once.

Du Ning continued to write, reading as he wrote: "Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qihu, the light will be sleepless."

His talent continued to rise, reaching the pinnacle of the country.

"There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times."

His talent has broken through the country and spread all over the world, reaching five feet and eight inches, which is one inch more than "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan".

Seeing this scene, many scholars in the Liao Kingdom suddenly felt their eyes darken and almost fainted. They couldn't believe that Du Ning had already surpassed Zhang Shisong's "The Poetry of the World" before he finished writing it.

Make a decision!

The people of Yun State were completely reassured that Du Ning's talent had reached the level of "Tianxia", which was one inch higher than Zhang Shisong's "Tianxia Poetry", and he was already in an invincible position.

The reputation of the Yun Kingdom literary world has been preserved!

"What a risk!"

Fan Ruxian breathed a long sigh of relief, and there was a look of expectation in his eyes. If Du Ning's poem could be passed down to the world, it would be the people of Liao who would suffer.

The corners of Ding Wei's mouth rose, revealing a smile.

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!"

"Obviously the lyrics were written on the spot, how could they possibly surpass Mr. Zhang Shisong's world-famous poems?"

"Who is Du Ning! Who is he?"

Qin Wenlin roared in his heart. At this time, he felt a surge in his chest, and the expression on Du Ning's desk was a bit ferocious and terrifying.

Qin Yingkong couldn't sit still at all. He put one hand on the edge of the table and seemed to be about to lift the table.

But the other hand held the table firmly, telling himself that he must not lift the table, otherwise it would be the greatest disrespect to the Holy Land of Xingtan. Even a half-saint would not dare to lift the table in front of the Lord of Xingtan. Once he

If he couldn't bear to lift the table, many scholars present could kill him on the spot. Even the semi-saint of Liao Kingdom couldn't save him!

"Calm down! Calm down! I must calm down!"

Qin Yingkong told himself this in his heart, but his eyes were already red, bursting with anger and unwillingness.

Du Ning put away the pen and soaked it with ink, his movements were skillful and natural.

However, many Liao people present couldn't help but hold their breath, because looking at the growth trend of Du Ning's talent, it is obvious that it will be passed down to future generations.

"Don't pass it on to the world!"

The people of the Yun Kingdom had completely different ideas from the people of the Liao Kingdom. They wished that Du Ning could pass down his poems in one stroke and pass them down to the world, crushing the literary world of the Liao Kingdom from the front.

"The poems must be passed down from generation to generation, so that these Liao people know the strength of our Yun Kingdom literary world that cannot be humiliated!"

"Come on! Yun Qijun!"

Both the Yun people and the Liao people showed their expectations, but the Yun people expected the poem to be handed down from generation to generation, while the Liao people were looking forward to the failure of Du Ning's poem to be handed down from generation to generation.

"I hope that we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."

Du Ning made the final stroke, and the talent and power on the page reached six feet.

"Boom!"

The six-foot-tall talent and power soared into the sky, shaking the stars in the anime sky.

The stars are shining brightly in the night sky, pushing aside the dark clouds to make the moon even brighter.

"The anger is soaring into the sky, and the poems have been handed down from generation to generation, great!" Fan Ruxian couldn't help shouting.

"Jun Yunqi is truly a genius, and our Lanzhou will be famous among other countries for this." An old Lanzhou Jinshi burst into tears.

Lanzhou has never produced a poem handed down from generation to generation.

But because of Du Ning’s poem, Lanzhou is enough to become a scenic spot in various countries!

If Du Ning is canonized in the future, some famous scholars in Lanzhou or people who are close to Du Ning will also be recorded in the annals of history and will be remembered forever.

"Okay!"

The scene was filled with thunderous applause, one after another, surging.

Today is really an eye-opener. I thought that Fan Ruxian's poem to conquer the country would be a highlight. Unexpectedly, Zhang Shisong, a great scholar from the Liao Dynasty, sent a poem to spread around the world, which pushed the end of the Mid-Autumn Festival to a climax. It was even more unexpected.

However, the lyrics of Du Ning's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" were handed down from generation to generation, once again pushing the atmosphere of the audience to the climax.

"Passed down... handed down from generation to generation..."

"How could this happen..."

"No..."

Many Liao people were completely desperate. Those who had almost congratulated the victory of the Liao literary world were red-faced and stamped their feet in anger, unable to accept such a result.

Qin Wenlin stared blankly at the vision of this poem being handed down from generation to generation. He couldn't believe his eyes. His mentality was so broken that he almost couldn't help but yell at Du Ning and humiliate Du Ning. But his

Reason tells me not to do that, otherwise it will lead to unbearable consequences.

"No...impossible..."

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Qin Yingkong's eyes were about to burst, and a surge of anger rushed into his chest, as if he couldn't help but explode.

"Poof!"

Qin Yingkong was so angry that he fell to the ground with a thud. Stars appeared in his eyes and he fainted on the spot.

The other Liao students gritted their teeth and resisted the urge in their hearts to almost overturn the table. Their hair stood on end.

As a student of the Liao Kingdom, he actually fainted in public, which was enough to become a major scandal in the literary circles of various countries.

Qin Wenlin's teeth chattered. If it weren't for the great scholar's firm mind, he might have gone crazy at this time. He cursed Qin Yingkong in his heart for being useless. This was the Mid-Autumn Festival! How could he faint at this time? This made the whole world laugh.

How do scholars view the Qin family? How does this make the people of Liao view the Qin family?

Will the Qin family really become the second Ke family?

This is simply ridiculous!

Du Ning glanced at Qin Yingkong and said, "A student of the Qin family of Liao State has fainted. Someone, please take the young master down for treatment quickly!"

"Yes."

The Yamen servants immediately appeared and took Qin Yingkong away for treatment.

Scholars from all over the world laughed secretly and pointed at Qin Yingkong, but they were so angry that they fainted. The Qin family was really embarrassed.

Many Liao students were blushing and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

This is so shameful and embarrassing!

They have even begun to regret why they participated in the Mid-Autumn Cultural Festival in Lanzhou City. Is it just to embarrass themselves here?